Thursday, March 4, 2010

Have you ever read about yourself in a bathroom?

...your own bathroom?

Here's what the kiddos and Husband were up to the other night while I was writing...

Yes, he loves me,

and her, too.

I call this little guy, Mama's Drama--

for reasons such as this. What wasn't fun about this?
I know he aint cleaning it up. But I know he loves me, too.


This is actually quite sweet given the fact that Husband and I had just been talking about how ruthless kids can be to each other during the teenage years. I had told him how I found my own name on the bathroom walls here and there, and it was actually quite devastating.

Now I'll think of something else when I think of my name on a bathroom wall.

The misfortunate thing is that today, drama boy took his crayolas and colored a ten foot wall span in my entry. Crap.

xo,

C

“You must write every single day of your life... You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads... may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.” ― Ray Bradbury
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